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Time of the Month	By : Syncronized_Malachite Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 19764 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue - Decisions
- 2-Chapter 1 - Firsts
- 1
- 2
Star had never felt so tired in her entire life than now, sitting in a daze watching the troll at the blackboard going over some random math equation that was likely utterly useless. Normally, she would be asleep at her desk, drooling on top of her unopened textbook and muttering to herself, reliving one of her great battles against Ludo and his posse of ineffective monsters. Today was different though as she was going through another of her people’s cycles of maturity, Mewberty, for the third month in a row. It was supposed to be a simple thing for her people, only taking a day or two of the month just to get her lustful desires out of her system. Unfortunately, the way her people usually handled Mewberty was rather… distressing to most normal Earthlings, so Star decided to try and hold her urges back with simple sessions of self-love. Orgasm, she had researched, would actually help with the more twisting, insistent urges that the onset of mewberty fomenting within her. While there was no known method of stopping Mewberty, by bringing herself to orgasm frequently it was like resetting the timer on a time bomb… that was rapidly gaining in blast radius. So far, she had managed to keep the changes at bay, but even Star knew that eventually there would have to be some kind of eventual release. The Mewman princess truly worried about what Marco might think of her, if he were to see her other form, and she knew that earth males were not meant to withstand the pheromones and sex drive of a mewbescent female in heat.
Unfortunately, her little sessions of self-gratification were beginning to become less and less effective, each Mewberty week straining her body and mind more and more as the months rolled by. As her Mewberty And You book had warned, suppressing Mewberty would only cause it to come back stronger and with greater needs than before. The night prior, she had gotten herself off four times through various methods and fantasies, a bit excessive even for a hormonal teenager. Star knew that soon a time would come when mere masturbation would be insufficient to ease the burning in her loins. Something would have to be done and soon, or else she might end up doing something that she would regret, especially since it would more-than-likely be Marco on the receiving end of her needs…
The princess let a soft moan escape her lips as her best friend came to mind, his warm smile and soothing chocolate eyes filling her stomach with butterflies. The Earthling was an absolute treat to her, always close-at-hand to supply her with aide in combat as well as teach her about Earth traditions. A dopey smile creeped along her lips, remembering how he looked when he had kicked one of Ludo’s monsters square in the jaw, the idea of his muscles flexing underneath his trademark hoodie bringing such wonderful fantasies to mind. She wanted to lick her lips, imagining the thought of boyflesh on her tongue and swearing that she could already taste the sweat from his body. Star even swore that she could hear his voice, calling her name out…
“--tar-”
“-star--”
“Star? Are you alright?”
She blinked her eyes, slowly coming back to her senses as she realized that Marco was actually waving his hand in front of her face. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton as Star attempted to speak, slurring words here and there as she attempted to assure her best friend of her health. “ ‘m fine M’rcoo~” Her head barely came a foot off the book-pillow before it fell back down with a sound plop.
“I’m not so sure about that, you hardly look fine, Star. You look sick.”The Hispanic boy frowned, his innate sense of worry beginning to kick in.
“Not sick.” The girl mumbled, her words stifled by a loud, unlady-like yawn. “‘S’just a girl thing, you wouldn’t unnastand.” She slumped, slurring her words, her lips scandalously pursed against her algebra textbook.
Marco leaned down, pressing a palm against her forehead and immediately noted his friend’s elevated temperature. “You’re burning up, Star. I think I need to have Miss Skullznick give us a pass for the nurse’s office.”
“Burning, like the fire deep inside…” She muttered, paying no attention as Marco bargained with their teacher-turned-troll who gladly excused them--one less magical princess in her class meant a chance that some sort of lesson might take root in the young skulls full of mush charged to her tutelage.
Marco returned and took one of Star’s hands, pulling the girl to her feet. The blonde swayed unsteadily, not as light and loose on her feet as her usual, hyperactive self, and Marco quickly moved to steady the blonde, bringing a hand to her back and allowing the princess to lean into him for support as they slowly walked. Had it just been a trick of his eyes, or had Star’s normally pale, creamy skin taken on a violet tinge where he had previously been holding her hand?
“My hero.” Star exhaled as they began to walk down the empty hallway, swaying drunkenly as she attempted to press her face into the crook of his neck. Her lips made contact with his skin and Marco could feel the spot prickle from the texture of lip gloss on his pulseline. The warmth of her breath on his skin, the smooth, wet feeling of her tongue tasting his flesh, she couldn’t help but search for a bead of sweat to stave off the cravings, just a little something to appease her body’s urges...
“Star? W-what are you doing?”

There was no response from the Mewman, save for a set of coos and wordless murmurs accompanied by the sharp sound of his best friend drawing a deep breath through her nostrils, running the tip of her nose up and back down the nape of his neck. She tugged at the collar of his shirt with her teeth and Marco could feel his heartbeat in his chest at the awkwardness. “Star? Star, remember we talked about personal space before?” Marco’s voice hitched as the memory of Star’s first experience with their shared bathroom came unbidden into his mind. The princess had never had a bathroom before, and catching him quite naked in the shower one time when entering without knocking, she had done an unhealthy amount of staring. To this day, she frequently occupied the bathroom when he showered, no longer ogling his body but simply not seeming to believe much in privacy. Still, Marco prided himself on always leaving Star to herself when she bathed, never trying to deprive her of some well-deserved solitude. “This is kinda… a little… you’re freaking me out, okay Star?”

She spoke then, in a kind of low drone, far from the energetic tone that Marco was used to, a singular, purposeful observation. “Bo~y. You smell like boy.”
“Uhh yeah, imagine that, maybe because I am a boy? You sure you’re feeling alright Star?”

“Star…” The princess spoke her name as though she didn’t recognize it, then suddenly shook her head back and forth, holding her right arm up to her head. “M-marco? Marco, I’m...I’m sorry, not sure what came over me. I...I-”
“It-It’s fine, Star... “ Marco felt the heat in his cheeks rise up, struggling to ignore how hot the girl in his arms was as they continued down the hallway. “You were just… n-nothing, just… let’s just get you to the nurse before it happens again.”
“Nothing… of course, right?” The last word came as a whisper, voicing the question to herself as she leaned further into her male crutch and allowed herself the courtesy of breathing in his familiar scent. As much as she wanted to simply enjoy the feel of his company, Star knew that he was only making things worse, his help only serving to progress her own ailment. “M-maybe I should j-just take myself…”

“Of course, not, Star.” Marco fretted, seeing she was in no such condition. “I’ll take you there, don’t worry. Just hold tight and I’ll get you to the nurse’s office safe. I’m here for you.”
The princess shuddered, feeling his warmth along her body and an unbidden part of her growing stronger. She screwed her eyes shut to try and focus, but her mind felt so hazy; Marco feeling so manly, smelling so virile, she couldn’t concentrate much longer. He was suffocating her and what was worse was that she didn’t want to turn away from him. Like an insect to a bug zapper, all Star could do was allow herself to be led by the hand by the very thing that was causing her body turmoil. Star knew that she needed to come up with some kind of solution, but it was so much easier and more pleasurable to simply relax and be brought hand-in-hand by her boy.
The nurse’s office was originally a simple little room with a single bed and a cabinet of minimalistic supplies, now a much larger area with multiple beds and a larger cabinet with actual medicines. The original facility had been nothing special, considering how little it was used besides the occasional student and Sabrina whenever she had a stroke of her usual bad luck. However, with Star’s arrival and the recent string of ‘events’ following her enrollment, it had seen more use in the past six months than it had in the past six years, a good chunk of the ‘donation’ Star’s parents had made the school going towards healing any physical repercussions that had befallen the students, mental injuries being a whole other story. For once, the room was empty, save for one of the three beds that was surrounded by a hospital veil and perfect for the princess to recover in.
Star practically collapsed onto the bed, a boneless mess of flesh and hormones, burying her face into the white pillow and thanking her ancestors that there was only the smell of bleach and freshly washed cotton to greet her. The strong scent of Marco’s masculinity still hung heavy in her nostrils, and there was a large part of her that wanted the boy to throw himself onto the bed with her and allow nature to take its course. Fighting the urge to indulge in her desires, Star clung to just enough of herself to keep the beast inside of her at bay by deeply breathing in the sterile scent of the nurse’s room and the antiseptic smell of her pillow, desperate to shake off the smell of boyness that clouded her mind.
“Alright Star, I’m gonna see if I can find any medicine for you. You gonna be alright?” A muffled murmur was his only response, the princess refusing to even look at him as she pressed her face into the pillow like an ostrich sticking its head into the ground. “Ye~ah… you just stay there, okay?” Marco sighed, patting the girl on the back and growing more concerned at how she flinched and trembled at his touch. He knew a little about periods from his time with some of the other transfer students and his mother, but he’d never thought that it could be as bad as what Star was going through. It was obviously some kind of Mewman thing, or maybe she was just suffering more than the average human girl was. Either way, Marco resolved himself to helping her as best he could, no matter what.
Unfortunately, a quick check of the cabinet revealed little of use: Generic government-issue painkillers, unopened chemical ice packs, blankets and bottles of assorted medicines to treat basic ailments. Basic things found in most nurse’s offices the world over, but nothing that would help the Hispanic boy diagnose his friend’s condition. Marco sighed in resentment, leaning over Star’s body and pressing a hand gently to her forehead. Heat greeted him as though it was collecting where his fingers grazed her and again, he could swear he saw the girl’s skin turning a light purplish color where he had touched her mere moments before. He chalked it up to his own nerves, being so worried for his princess that he was seeing things, but panic wouldn’t help her right now. “Here Star, take this.” Marco held up a pair of blue pills between his index and thumb, a glass of water in the other hand. “They won’t do much, but they’ll help your fever.”
Star turned her head, looking up to Marco and the strange medicine with glazed eyes. She understood that he was trying to help her, but Mewberty wasn’t exactly something she could cure with Earth medicine. Still, if he could help get rid of her fever, she would be more than grateful… though it wasn’t helping that she saw three sets of hands in front of her. A faint mewl escaped her parted pink lips, rolling her head to the side. “I dun need that, M’rco.” The words came out slurred, drunken as her body continued to push itself beyond limitation. Sighing, the boy carefully brought his hand to her face, allowing himself an indulgence in the running of his thumb over her lower lip before parting them further. Carefully coaxing the pills into her mouth and down her throat, Marco brought the glass of water to her lips and with the level of care one would expect to give a child or a lover, allowed her careful sips to keep the medicine from doing her harm.
The moments afterwards were tense as Marco sat by her bedside, watching the poor girl toss and turn in place until her fever began to break. “I’m going to see if I can find anything else that can help you. The nurse must be around somewhere. Wait here, I’ll be right back!” Marco paused for a moment to nod before moving towards the exit, not skipping a beat as he pushed through the doors.
Star groaned, half in frustration and the other half in jest. Her head had indeed become more clear, enough to firmly grasp onto her thoughts and yet all it allowed was the heavy notion that unless he either brought her a dildo or dropped his pants for her, there was little more that he could really do for her at this point. “Stupid boy… can’t you see that you’re the one that’s doing this to me?”
“Yep, he’s like that, you know?” The voice caught her off-guard, the hearts on her cheeks popping in surprise as a familiar voice reached her eardrums. Tentatively, Star rolled over to her other side of her sickbed, a shaky hand reaching out to snag the curtain around the adjacent bed and tugging it open, revealing the form of Janna. However, the thief was far from her prime, looking like she was in great pain. Janna always seemed to have a mischievous grin on her face. Today, she looked as though Christmas had been cancelled and her favorite pet had died.
“Janna? What are you doing here?” The blonde asked, confused. “You look terrible!”
“Gee, thanks for the compliment, Princess. Back at ‘cha.” She snapped. “I’m trying not to die. Aunt Flo came to visit early and she’s raging at the moment. You?”
“I’m going… through a few issues right now…” Star couldn’t bear to look her friend in the eye, a vision of males screaming in torment and feminine laughter ringing in the back of her mind. “You know how that is, right?”
“Ain’t that the truth!” Janna sighed, lying back and wrapping her arms around her stomach. “You know, sometimes I wish boys could feel what we’re going through. It’d serve them right!”
“Oh, they’ll feel it when I’m through with them, all right.” The princess’ mutterings were barely above a whisper, but they couldn’t escape the thief’s eager ears.
“Wait, what was that?” She asked, wincing as a cramp squeezed down on her abdomen, making her feel nauseous.
“Huh?” Star responded, only noticing she had spoken her mind aloud. “Oh! Uh, I meant that, um, they...they’ll feel it too. When I’m done. Because, uh, I’ll cast a spell on Marco so he’ll know about, y’know, Earth girl troubles and stuff. Because I can SO totally relate to...what...what we’re both going through. The...the pain. And the sick feeling. And the way boys look when they’re drinking water out of a water fountain and a few drops run down their neck and it’s like, oh, let me help you with that, love...let me just lap it right off your skin…”
Janna blinked, not entirely certain that she was following the blonde’s thought processes. “Uh, Star? Are we talking about the same thing?”

“Of course! We’re talking about...you know...the thing. That Earth girls get. It’s so…” Star screwed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate. Why hadn’t she paid more attention in that silly health class? She never thought she’d actually need to know about earth biology!
“Girl, if you know a spell that can make them feel this kind of torment, you’d better be willing to share that kind of jam! Spread the love, you know?” The thief gave a pained laugh, not noticing the single strand of drool Star had wiped from her lips during her rant. “Heh, love… get it, cause… Oh well, maybe that one’s not for you alien girls?”
The blonde turned her head to look at her roommate. “Oh no, I totally get what you’re saying, Janna. I really want to spread the love around to all the boys.” The way she growled out the last few words was almost feral, her Mewman urges flaring up again. “Especially to Marco…”
The name struck a chord with the thief, her tone even changing to something softer as she spoke. “Actually, I was thinking something a little… different with him. You know, I’ve been meaning to ask this for awhile Star, but…”
“But? But what?” Her fingers dug into the bedspread, nails tearing at the fabric.
“You two aren’t… you know? Bumping uglies or anything like that, are you?”
The image came to Star far easier than expected, her arms wrapped around the body of the Latino companion, her legs wound tightly around his hips and feet locked over one another as she encouraged him to take her more forcefully, to plunge his dick so deeply into her it ached, to fill her with his seed over and over, mating with each other unfettered, like animals in the wild. Her back arched and her mouth panting, crying his name and letting the world know who had laid claim to her regal pussy, that it was now the fertile ground of a common Earth boy. The scandal of it all only made the fantasy hotter, and she could feel the dampness between her legs coming, labia ready to kiss her bestie’s cock intimately as it welcomed him into her lonely depths that begged for him to fulfill them. “Uh...n-no, we’re just, ah, really close f-friends.” Star stammered, blinking tears out of her eyes. That was the problem: They were friends, just friends and that meant that as much as Star wanted - needed him to ‘help’ her, Marco would never be able to sate her burning blood, to soothe her mournfully empty pussy. She wanted desperately for him to make love to her, like a storybook--both those sweet, charming romance ones and the naughty, dirty, blazing hot paperbacks that Marco’s mother kept in the box buried deep in the garage. It was all out of her reach; There had never been a boy in her life that she wanted to go that far with, but Marco was just… different. He wasn’t her boyfriend by any means, merely her bestie and it physically pained her to know the one person she wanted more than any to share this kind of experience with would never allow it. No, Marco didn’t love her at all… not that she loved him, or at least that was what she wanted to believe. Star shook her head, attempting to clear her mind of such delightful thoughts. She was not in love with Marco Diaz, no, no, no; these were merely painfully delicious thoughts that she needed desperately to ignore, as she had Oskar to look forward to. Now there was a boy; cute, mysterious and so very sultry… nothing like Marco at all, really. Which made her question why she had been so attracted to Oskar in the first place… and more importantly, why Janna of all people was asking about Marco as well...
“That’s perfect, Star!” Just what I wanted to hear.” The human cackled with glee, rubbing her hands together before bringing them back to her stomach to try and hold the pain in her gullet back. “You know, I’d known him forever, even before grade school?” She turned her head to look at the Mewman, grinning at how confused she looked. “Don’t look so surprised, princess, you should know he wasn’t exactly the ‘good guy’ you know him to be now… back in the day, he used to hang around me like a lost puppy!”

“Get out! You and Marco were-?”
“That’s right, he used to be mine.” Janna laughed through the cramps, reveling in the memories of her past and enjoying the look of confusion on her friend’s face. “We used to be completely inseparable, before… before…” She bit her bottom lip, caught in the grip of a different, much more painful memory before coming back to reality. “That’s not important right now, what matters is that you help me get him back.”
Star raised an eyebrow, the thought of her best friend resting in the arms of a thief and pressing his lips firmly onto Janna’s cracked lips instead of her own smooth ones sending chills down her spine. “So you want me to find a way to push him into your arms, is that it?”
“Nah nah, Star, I don’t want you to just push him back to me… trust me, if it were that easy, I would’ve had him eating out of my hands years ago. No, you’ve gotta sweet-talk him, yaknow? Work some of those ‘princess charms’ of yours and remind him just who really matters in his life, you get me? Don’t you royals have that silver tongue or something?”
“You heard wrong. I’m nothing like my mother… ” Star muttered to herself, practically spitting the sentence out. “I mean, I think I might be able to do something.”
“I knew that you’d be the one to talk to-agh!” Janna’s body demanded her attention, the human clutching at her sides and attempting to keep what she believed to be a cool’ expression on her face. “So then, you get Marco to run into my waiting arms and I’ll make sure to have Oskar eating out of your pampered hands. Deal?”
Star held her tongue, wanting more than anything to take her offer. The boy of her dreams would be merely a hop and a skip away from her grasp… so then, why did it feel like she was about to walk away from her goals, as if she were attempting to keep herself from satisfaction. “I-I dunno about this, Janna. I mean, he’s so set on Jackie Lynn already and-”
“You kidding me, Butterfly, don’t tell me that he’s got you thinking that there’s a chance with her, too?” Janna groaned. “I told him years ago the same thing that I’m telling you now: That girl is way out of his league. He’s better off finding someone else.”
“That’s a terrible thing to tell your friend, Janna!” The blonde girl’s cheeks puffed out of aggravation. “Marco can get any girl he wants!” The reaction she got from Janna was less than satisfactory, the thief launching into a fit of pained laughter that made Star rigid with fury. “He can, I’ve seen how he is, Marco’s-”
“You really think you know him, don’t you?” Janna’s words cut deep into Star, frozen with fury as the Earth girl continued on her rant. “How long have you been here, a few months? Half a year? Please, I’ve known him for years. Our parents used to bring us over for playdates, bathe us together when we had the chicken pox and-”
“Chicken pox?”
“Not important.” She groaned. “The point is, I know him more than you ever could.”
The look on Star’s face was almost sinister, making sure to look Janna straight into her soul. “And yet, I’m the one sleeping beside him at the end of the night.”
“Staying in the same house doesn’t count, Star.” The smirk on the princess’ face only caused Janna’s stomach to curl into itself, the girl gripping at her body in hopes of quelling the fury in her loins. “Whatever. All I’m saying is that you should think about my offer. I can easily get you an ‘in’ with Oskar. We should be helping each other.”
“I’ll think about it.” The blonde mused, the fire in her loins tormenting her, the thought of Marco bringing her sweet relief...but the trouble with Marco was that he was only a temporary fix, unable to provide the solace she needed for permanent resolution. Perhaps Janna was onto something. Perhaps Oskar could do the trick on a more permanent basis…
So lost was Star in her train of thought that she didn’t notice that the thief had made her way over without her realizing. “So, are you in or are you in?” The girl laid back as if she hadn’t a care in the world, Star’s hair ruffling in irritance.
“I said I’ll think about it.” She stared the girl square in the eye, keeping the growl buried deep in her chest. “For now, just let me rest.”
“We’re talking about The Game Of Love, Butterflop. You don’t get many chances to gain an advantage. Don’t pass this one by.”
“Don’t call me Butterflop.” The blonde frowned, growing upset.
“Then earn a better nickname. Be my wingman. I know how Oskar’s mind works. I could have him eating out of the palm of your hand. Wouldn’t you love to hear him write a song just for you?”
“And what about you and Marco?”

“What about us? We’re like, totally destined to be together. Ever since we were kids. I used to kiss him when we were in the first grade, on the trestle tree. He’s only forgotten how connected we are. You help me to help him remember, and I’ll work my magic for you with Oskar. Win-Win. What’s there to think about?”

“Marco’s happiness, for starters!” The princess glowered, rapidly becoming convinced that Janna was not someone that Marco’s heart belonged to. “You can’t expect me to just wave my wand and change his mind, just like that?”
“And why not? Wouldn’t that be the easiest way to fix everything?” Janna frowned, her face taking on a neutral expression. “I get it. You want Marco all for yourself.”
“I said no such thing.”

“You don’t have to, Princess. The fact you don’t want to jump at this opportunity speaks volumes about your intentions. Fine then, but this means we’re enemies.” Janna clicked her tongue, a mocking sound that only served to grind at Star’s mood. “Not what I wanted, not at all. But I’ll just have to make sure to drive the message home, Butterflop. Marco belongs to me. I’ve loved him my entire life.” She sneered. “You though? You’re just a fad, a new flavor that he’ll eventually grow tired of and throw away without a second thought. Because you don’t understand who he really is, what he truly longs for. Marco and I are meant to be, but don’t worry, you’ll understand this eventually. Just remember when the day comes--I tried to be your friend.”
“You know, maybe you’re right.” Star replied casually. “Maybe I don’t understand who Marco really is… but from what I know of him right now, you understand him even less than I do. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but right now I’m the one by Marco’s side and if I happen to be the one that shares his bed with him at some point, then that’s going to be what happens.”
Janna’s face was close to mirroring a cherry, holding her breath as she bore a hole into Star’s skull. It was more than obvious that she wanted to do something, say something, anything, but the words just hung at the tip of her tongue. “You’ll lose in the end, Star. You’ll lose because I know my boy, and I know how to make him feel at home more than you ever could. He’ll resist, for a spell.” The thief grinned, enjoying her choice of words, feeling them flow like water as she spoke. “But he’ll stay true to me because he knows I’ll always be there for him. Do as you will in the meantime, you can even fuck him, if you think that’ll help you. I won’t stop you. But it won’t change anything, I’ll win in the end. I feel sorry for you, Princess. I don’t think you even know what you want. You’ve muscled in on my man and normally I would’ve done something terrible to you for that. I really really should, but perhaps this is what you need to realize your place. So I’m going to be the better girl and grant you this boon. But you’d better enjoy Marco while you have the chance. Because I will take him from you, and the more attached you are to that boy, the more it’s going to hurt when I cut the cord. Just remember that, Princess. That’s all I have left to say.”
The look on Star’s face was absolutely priceless, watching the human walking back to her bed without a care in the world. There was a conflict between her heart and mind, knowing that on one hand actually pursuing Marco would be the most dangerous thing she could possibly do and that she would more-than-likely end up actually pulling the boy into her bed and rutting him into a blind stupor. However, if she were to take her boy to bed, there would be no escape from the grip of Mewberty for either of them, its exotic clutches would create so tangled a web. There would be no rest or respite, constantly needing to keep her urges down in order to keep from changing into… changing into…
Her body thrummed with a surge of pheromones and an erotic thrill, feeling the urge to leave the comforts of her bed and stalk the hallways for a male in which she could pull into some deep ,dark recess of the school and indulge in sweet carnal delights with.
Her thought process was brought to a screeching halt as she came back to her senses. “I really need to get this out of my system.” She muttered to herself, hand creeping downwards into her leggings to play with the folds of her nether regions. She was dead-set on finding a way to avoid her bestie and get her urges out of her system, lest she relieve herself in the best-and-worst way possible, but… but was that really such a bad proposal? The argument kept rising back up in her mind, like a bad meal that wouldn’t stay down. Marco was her best friend, yes and best friends shared all kinds of things together; Their secrets, their troubles, their… their desires. Star licked her lips, the thought of whispering lustful desires into her best friend’s ear and seeing his face flush at the thought of what the eager Mewman might do to him. Mewberty was a secret, at least here on Earth, perhaps the biggest one she currently had and it was eating at her both in body and in soul. Couldn’t she trust Marco to help her through this crisis? As her bestie, as her confidante… as a boy? He was perfectly capable of caressing her, embracing her, making love to her just the way that she liked it, scratching every single itch that was tormenting her. He could tame her and take her, like a brave knight should, knowing when to be a lover and when to be an animal. It was certainly worth trying, worth all of the risks….
The risks! All the things that could go wrong! What if Marco found out about her other form? What if she awakened something deep inside him and he became ensnared in her net? What if he fell in love with her and their relationship was destroyed forever?! What if… what if… what if they had sex and it was bad? Really bad? Embarrassingly bad!? How would their friendship be able to survive such a terrible experience? Sex was such a huge part of Mewman culture and having a bad sexual relationship was like farting into a megaphone during a royal wedding. It just wasn’t done, the height of rudeness and there was really no manner in which to apologize for a bad sexual encounter - it was one of those things both parties just slinked away from after dedicating their lives to avoiding eye contact with one another until death. She wasn’t sure she could face that kind of exile from someone who meant so much to her and Marco meant more to her than anything, maybe even her prized wand.
Her heartbeat stepped up its rhythm as she imagined him standing before her, wearing an expression of concern and taking her hand in his, fingers gently rubbing at her creamy skin. A blush crept to her cheeks along with purple, heart-shaped pock marks along her skin, manifesting wherever he touched her. He bent down to press his lips to the delicate curves of her fingers, ignoring the petal-like scales manifesting themselves along her body, sticky and secreting. He darted his head to her face, planting kisses down the bridge of her nose, the hearts in her cheeks pulsing as the purple outbreak continued, Marco showing no signs of worry or repulsion as she tilted her head into his. Their lips joined with no resistance from either individual, the pheromones in her pores percolating. Her tongue danced with his as their lips formed a sealed ring of warm air and shared breaths, her own tongue allowing itself to be led and eventually surrendering to her bestie-turned-lover as he probed the inner secrets of her mouth, tasting her gums, his tongue slithering along her teeth like a snake…

Star shook her head, forcing her eyes from the daydream covered in sweat, skin breaking up in reality even more severely than it had been during her daydream. This wasn’t working at all. She needed Marco and she needed him tonight. This couldn’t be put off any longer. It was as though she could feel her body groaning, desperate to transform and shed this simplistic, humanoid design and become its true self. Star could feel her body screaming at her to give into the change and Marco was the antidote, the cure to what was ailing her but the kind of cure that she couldn’t risk using.
Barely able to pull her hand free from her leggings, she managed to tear herself away from the bed and out of the nurse’s office, slowly dragging her feet down the hallway. Her eyes darted from side-to-side, intensely scanning for any sign of male life that she could easily pull into an empty classroom or a dark broom closet and simply use them to drive away the need to change. Things were quickly progressing from bad to worse, more of the scales she’d picked from her body earlier sprouting around her ankles and quickly spreading up her leg. She was getting closer and closer to the apex of Mewberty and there was little left to do that could stop it. An odd scent tickled her nose and Star instinctively tensed, her mouth watering as she literally smelled a boy coming around the corner in front of her.
The only thing on Alfonso’s mind at the moment was how much he needed to get to the bathroom, not expecting to run into Star in the hallways. “H-hello St-star!” He stammered, taking a step back, the look on the face of his friend equivalent to a lioness staring down a gazelle. “What are you doing out here?” Normally there was a friendly open vibe to her, but today there were so many warning lights going off in his head. She was far too close for his personal liking, a breath away from touching her nose to his, looking into his face with hunger and a kind of malice, as though she would devour the boy whole and spit out the bones.
“Well hello, my unexpected morsel…” Her eyes gleamed, as though clouding over with a shimmer. Alfonso could swear he felt a spike in the temperature, something radiating from the blonde temptress that gave him the same sensations that he would sometimes get from looking at Brittney Wong when she was wearing something low-cut and leaned forward to give someone a cheap thrill. “I was just browsing around, looking for something to sink my teeth into.” The smile she bore her friend could have rivaled a demon’s, perfect pearly-whites glistening for her prey to see. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find a quick, easy snack, do you?”
“W-well…” Alfonso tried his best to keep his ground, shuffling his feet in an unconscious desire to turn away and run back to the safety of the classroom, bladder-be-damned. “The cafeteria is just in the next building. Why don’t I just run down and buy you a milk and a brownie?” His back to the wall, the boy’s eyes never leaving Star’s own as he tried to shuffle away like a mouse trying to reach its hole-in-the-wall.
“Nonsense.” Her hands came to rest at his shoulders, pushing the scrawny boy flush against the wall “You don’t think I’d let such a tender morsel escape so easily, do you? Not much meat on your bones, but I’ll bet that only enhances the taste…” She hummed slightly, inhaling the cowering boy’s aroma. “You’ll do just fine, won’t you? Just a little something to get me through the day.” Star enjoyed how her prey quivered in her presence, unable to handle the way that her lips were a literal breath away from his skin. Her tongue emerged from between her lips, a single drop of saliva hitting the floor in wanton hunger. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you-!”
Something was wrong.
She couldn’t bring herself to lap at his exposed neck, her mouth quivering in anticipation but never completing the process. The seductive purr that was coming from Star’s chest was quickly growing into a feral growl, the girl feeling like a predator that had a prime meal right underneath its paws. All that remained was to sink her starving teeth into this appetizer and feed. And yet, something about it felt all wrong, unappealing. It made no sense to her, especially when she had such easy prey literally in-hand, but whenever Star tried to have a taste it felt like she were attempting to sink her teeth into undercooked meat. It was frustrating, being able to smell the boy from a distance but being picky with her food. How could this be happening to her, and now of all times, when she really, really needed it? How could she be so picky at a time like this, she was the kind of adventurer who could find food in the deepest recesses of the wilderness, consume foods (against Marco’s demands) from the bottom of dumpsters. How could she find someone like… like Alfonso just standing there ready for the taking and-- Damn this boy to hell! If he was going to be useless, then he might as well just stay clear of her path like...like…
“Marco.” She grit her teeth, biting through the pain. Where was that boy when she needed him? He had been doing better earlier, on their way to the nurse’s office. If only there hadn’t been anyone else in the nurse’s office, no interloping Janna, the two of them could’ve put one of those beds through its paces. Just imagining the way he would’ve been touched her, searing her skin and making the special spot in her back flutter and twitch… it could’ve been wonderful. He would’ve doted on her perfectly, knowing just how to touch her, how to make her skin tingle with every contact. But the magic wasn’t working with Alfonso and her body seemed to be demanding Marco’s care. Star grumbled, trying to force her hand onto her victim’s body and finding it being repelled like a magnet, comically pushing the boy away as she tried desperately to overcome her body’s fickle urges.
Annoyed, Star grabbed the boy even more forcefully, snapping his shoulders off the wall and pushing him away from her, causing Alfonso to stagger for several seconds before finding his balance. “Just… just go.” She growled. “And if you see Marco tell him I need to see him. NOW!” She rubbed her hands together, shaking, watching as the nerdy boy cowered before her. “Go!” Star yelled, stamping her foot and beginning to reach for her wand before the boy tripped over himself in his effort to run away, scampering with arms waving in front of him.
Her frustrations were reaching their peak and the scales had now reached up to her thighs. It was more than clear now that her body was at the threshold of its limitations. She wasn’t going to last the night unless she did something to stem the oncoming tide. “Star?” The voice came from down the hallway where Alfonso had run like a scared little school girl, sending shivers down her spine. Marco was looking for her and it was only a matter of time until he came across her in such an… eager state.
The blonde’s breath began to quicken. She could smell Marco’s musk from here. She could feel herself beginning to grow wet, her hungry girlhood eager to engage in life-affirming coitus. Just the thought of Marco rubbing against her sent a shudder down her spine. She needed more and she needed it tonight, before it was too late. A wicked plan began to claw at her mind as she listened to Marco calling her name from afar. Tonight was Friday night; Movie Night. And if she had her way, Movie Night was going to become Naked Date Night; A time for cuddling on the couch, wrapping their bodies around one another on the sofa, pawing at his chest and inhaling his scent, parting her legs in eager invitation... It would be sheer perfection. If only she could hold out until this evening, Marco could--he could do more than sate her feminine needs, couldn’t he? He could take her away from school and get her the time she needed to prepare for tonight… she could get everything together that she needed to ensure that he would be properly coaxed into taking care of her properly come sunset.
“I’m over here, Marco…” She feigned a heavy cough, drawing her unsuspecting victim closer to her location. “I’m- I’m feeling so sick, I can barely stand.” It didn’t take long at all for Marco to turn the corner, the look of concern on his face filling her with an overeagerness that she had to remember that she wasn’t supposed to have. Channeling her inner fairy tale princess, Star allowed herself to swoon directly into the boy, knowing that his nature to care for her would drive him to quickly catch her in his arms. She was in his embrace almost instantly, shivering in the pleasure of Marco wrapping her up in his strength, feeling the care with which he gripped her and allowing the shakes to punctuate the lie she was crafting. Unlike the loathsome, repulsive reaction she had felt with Alfonso, everything about Marco was welcoming; strong and soothing, comforting and encouraging, the perfect blend of strength and softness that the princess of Mewni desired and Star felt herself drawn tightly to him. She let out a heated breath and Marco placed a hand to her forehead out of instinct, feeling the sweat of her condition collecting on her brow and gathering more of her venom on his skin. Star thrilled at the thought of slowly drawing her friend deeper into the web she was weaving, pondering ways for him to touch her more, touch her everywhere, not missing a millimeter of her pheromone-coated skin.
“I’m taking you home, Star.” The boy helped his princess to her feet, keeping her close. “I think you need to get into bed, you’re burning up and I don’t think being here is going to help either of us.”

“Will you come with me?” She asked, her heart beating faster at the boy’s words, upper arms beginning to break out in purple, heart shaped scales underneath the cover of green cotton. “You’ll give me the treatment I need, won’t you?”

“Of course, I just said I’d take you. Man, you must really be out of it.” Marco readjusted his stature to support her weight, missing the sly grin that decorated Star’s face as he escorted her along, taking small steps to ensure that she wouldn’t fall over from her overtaxed state. “Hold on, we’ll never get there at this rate.” Marco slowly let go of the girl, helping her lean against the wall, then bent over to lower his back for Star’s benefit in an inviting manner. “Climb on, Star, I’ll piggyback you home.”
Star had never imagined receiving such an open invitation from her bestie as this. It was as though he had read her mind. Eagerly she mounted her boy in a heated daze, sucking in a breath as his hands grabbed her legs for leverage to secure his burden. The princess could feel his fingers digging into her through her leggings, cursing the scales that had taken hold on her skin that dulled the sensation from all that it should be. She pressed herself against him tightly, hoping her modest breasts were still sufficient to evoke a reaction in the boy.
“Comfy?” Marco asked, noting that Star somehow seemed lighter than he had expected, having borne her weight several times in less comfortable positions (usually involving the princess falling on top of him). “We’ll have you home in no time and get you in bed for the day. We can hold off on movie night until you’re feeling better an-” Star’s tightened grip around his neck came as a surprise, feeling her shake her head into the back of his own in response. “I~ take it you don’t like that idea?”
“Of course not!” She breathed into his ear, enjoying the way that Marco’s hands gripped tighter as she spoke. “I don’t want to ruin our big night just because I’m feeling a little under the weather. Besides, I’m sure that after tonight, I’ll feel much much better… and I’m sure you will too, Marco.” He cocked his head around, the confused look in his eyes sending titters of amusement through her breast. “Don’t look at me like that, Marco, it’ll all make sense tonight. Trust me.”
“Usually when you say that, I end up wondering why I trusted you.” Marco rolled his eyes, concentrating on balancing the combined weight of himself and a mewman princess as he began a steady walk through the hall, gaining confidence in his new center of gravity.
“Well then, I guess this time will just have to be different. Take me home, Marco.” She snuggled into his back, inhaling Marco’s scent thoroughly. A plan was already forming in her mind, the perfect scenario to draw Marco in and relieve her delicate needs. Already they were strolling through the front doors of the school, Marco having little issue balancing, even going down the steps outside their school. Before long, they would be home, Marco would put her to bed, and she could put her plan into action, implementing it during their movie night. It was all coming together, and it would be glorious. Soon the sun would set, and the moon would rise. Soon, Marco Diaz would be all hers.
The waiting began...
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